One Emotion
March 07, 2008
March 03, 2008
Forget the keyword?
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December 02, 2007
December 01, 2007
November 11, 2007
November 02, 2007
Confidence
Sometimes I'm sure about things,
Sometimes I'm unsure about things.
Am I sure I'm sometimes unsure?
or,
Am I not sure about being sure?
Which is the surer best?
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November 01, 2007
("The path to purity") is a Theravada Buddhist commentary written by Buddhaghosa approximately in 430 CE in Sri Lanka. It is considered the most important Theravada text outside of the Tipitaka canon of scriptures.The Visuddhimagga's structure is based on the Ratha-vinita Sutta ("Relay Chariots Discourse," MN 24), which describes the progression from the purity of discipline to the nibbana, considering seven steps.
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October 29, 2007
inside/outside heaven
It is amazing/interesting how we believe in heaven: any place of complete bliss and delight and peace. Whatever your image of it is, it is mostly some vague idea inside your head. Inside your head. Inside your head.
What is your heaven outside your head? Your heaven in “the real world”? Is it the same as the one inside your head? Which one is true or truer?
Now, which heaven is more important for you? Would you be willing to risk your outside heaven for your inside heaven? or the other way around?
Here’s something more interesting, providing the heaven inside your head is rather different from any outside heaven you might experience (which usually is the case, or you are a very happy person now):
Where does your idea of heaven - your inside heaven - come from, if you never really truly experienced it nor seen it in the real world?
My best answer is that it’s something that you constructed inside your head from multiple happy events, happy situations and happy ideas in your life.
It’s just an idea.
It’s just not real.
It’s an illusion.
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October 26, 2007
I Know, I Alone
I know, I alone
How much it hurts, this heart
With no faith nor law
Nor melody nor thought.
Only I, only I
And none of this can I say
Because feeling is like the sky -
Seen, nothing in it to see.
(10.08.1932)
~Fernando Pessoa
'Selected Poems' translated by J.Griffin.
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